WBB 7

A/N: Hey guys I'm back! Sorry this took so long, but I have been struggling with an intense Glee addiction, and it has consumed my life! Plus I could never find a good place to end the chapter. Here ya go!

The boy gasped for breath for a moment before shooting upright and looking around wildly. As he sat up the cloth that he had been swaddled in slid down and pooled in his lap. The boy looked down at his now bare torso in wonder. After a moment he noticed the four men standing in front of him and his hackles rose. He glared fiercely at the hunters and Dean could almost see his hair fluff up in anger.

"Who are you?" He demanded. "Where am I? What do you want?" Dean held up his hands in what, he hoped, was a placating manner.

"Whoa, whoa. Calm down kid. We don't want anything from you. We just-"

"Where are my clothes?" The child spat, cutting Dean off. "Do you know who I am?" The kid trailed off panting harshly. Dean felt almost seared by the force of his glare. No kid should be this intimidating. He thought.

Suddenly there was a chuckle and a pale hand appeared on each of the boy's shoulders.

"My apologies bocchan, I have not yet introduced you to them." Crowley smiled indulgently down at his little master. The boy started for a moment as he noticed his precarious position in the demon's lap. He was about to start yelling, but his pride reminded him that he was an earl, and it would not do to throw a tantrum. Especially in front of strangers. His memories were extremely fuzzy and his body felt heavy, but he knew that, even naked, he was safe in his butler's arms. So the little lord sighed and allowed his body to recline in his fleshy chair and stare at the four strange men in front of him.

"You have been remiss in your duties Sebastian." He said, haughtily. The newly renamed Sebastian gave a pleasured shiver at hearing his name for the first time in 200 years, said in that beautiful voice.

"Who's Sebastian?" Sam asked, causing the little boy to turn his cold glare towards him. Unfortunately a person needs emotions to be intimidated and Robo-Sam, who had the emotional range of a tea-cup, remained unaffected.

"I am Sebastian." The demon said. "If I may gentlemen:" He placed his hands on his knees and the boy placed his own tiny hands on the demon's forearms and leaned back into his home-made throne, all while looking down his nose at the hunters. Sebastian smiled down at the top of his master's head and cleared his throat.

"May I present the head of the Funtom Toy company, The Queen's Guard-dog, and the little king of Old England's underworld: the earl Ciel Phantomhive." Dean turned his attention back to the child, who was now leaning his head on one fist and looking down at them. He took in the almost frozen look in the kid's mis-matched eyes and had no trouble believing that this kid managed to summon the, then, king of the crossroads.

"Bocchan." Sebastian said, lifting a hand to gesture to the Winchesters. "These two men are Dean and Samuel Winchester. They are hunters of the supernatural. The older gentleman is Robert Singer, who has graciously opened his home to us." Bobby blushed a little, having never been introduced so formally. "And this…." Sebastian turned his red gaze to the stoic angel. "This is Castiel, he is an angel of the Lord."

Dean expected surprise, awe, confusion, denial, at the revelation that angels were real. He expected anything but what he got. Ciel's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed as the fury on his face grew until he was almost shaking with rage.

"Bocchan?" Sebastian asked his enraged master. Ciel clenched his eyes shut and clutched at his hair as memories broke through the fog in his mind and flashed before his eyes.

A white-haired woman, Angela, he had met her in Houndsworth.

A man with purple eyes, Ash, the Queen's butler.

Queen Victoria herself, a young woman lying, dead, in her room, part of her torso replaced by rotting flesh.

Sebastian had left him, he had ordered his servants to kill the crazed Pluto.

Ash and Angela: one and the same.

Ciel remembered.

Queen Victoria had been manipulated by the angel(s), and had ordered the murder and desecration of his parents. The Queen herself had died and Ciel had been suspected in her death.

PAIN! There was pain!

One of Ciel's hands moved from his hair to his side, where the bullet had ripped through him. Ciel remembered.

Sitting on London bridge, watching his city burn as his faithful demon fought the crazed angel(s).

Then….he had fallen into the Thames. Sebastian had saved him and brought the wounded boy to that desolate island.

Then he had…..

Ciel's eyes snapped open and he turned to his butler to stare at him in surprise and confusion. Sebastian smiled at him and held up a hand.

"I will answer your questions momentarily bocchan, but first let us get you dressed before you catch a cold." He stood up and placed Ciel on his feet, catching him as he stumbled on slightly shaky legs.

"Gentlemen, if you would excuse us for a short while?" Sebastian motioned to the hunters and the angel, and they slowly filed out of the room. Leaving the demon and his human alone.

Ciel immediately turned to Sebastian and demanded answers.

"Sebastian my revenge is complete, my soul is yours. Why am I still here?" He paused and looked around the room, taking in the old furniture and the tiny bed. "Where is here anyway?" Sebastian chuckled.

"For your information bocchan, you are not 'still here', you have in fact 'come back.'" Ciel cocked his head, looking for all the world like a confused kitten. Sebastian had to stop himself from stroking that silky hair.

"To clarify bocchan, your soul is mine, and I devoured it with relish." He paused to lick his lips. "That, however, was 200 years ago." Ciel's eyes widened considerably and he made a choked noise in his throat.

"I have grown bored with a solitary existence, and you would not believe how corrupt souls are these days. So I made a deal with the hunters and the angel you just met. The angel made you a new body, and the hunters have given us a safe haven while you adjust to this brave new world."

Sebastian gave Ciel a moment to process while he pulled a duffle bag, seemingly out of thin air, and pulled a bunch of clothes from it. He turned back to his still silent master.

"Fashions have changed in 200 years bocchan, I have taken the liberty of choosing some clothing for you. We can go shopping at a later date. I hope you approve of my choices." Sebastian pulled the black cloth off of Ciel's body, leaving him naked, before quickly slipping the small boy into a pair of black briefs. The demon butler followed these with a pair of tan cargo shorts. Over Ciel's unblemished torso he slid a light-grey t-shirt. On the front of the shirt was a yellow oval with a stylized black bat within it. Ciel looked down at his shirt, then at his butler, then back at his shirt, and back up to his, now laughing, butler.

"It is the style nowadays for children to wear clothing with their favorite images and icons on them." Sebastian explained. Ciel's eye twitched at the word 'children' and he turned back to the shirt.

"What does this bat represent?" he asked. Sebastian's grin grew even bigger. "It is the symbol of a popular, fictional, hero by the name of 'Batman'." Ciel's eyebrows shot up.

"I'm sure that you can elaborate on that for me later Sebastian. Now, I have important questions. Why have you bound yourself into servitude again?" Sebastian knelt down and placed white, ankle-socks on Ciel's delicate feet. Over these he placed a pair of black converse. As he tied Ciel's shoes, the demon explained.

"I am no longer bound in servitude bocchan." He started. "When our contract was completed and you became mine, body and soul. I am the master now." The demon placed his hands on the little earl's shoulders and leaned close. "I have chosen to become your pawn and your knight again, because our games are more fun that way." By this time the demon and the human were nose to nose. "Don't worry bocchan, I will not lie to you, nor will I leave you. Your life is now tied to mine, and I will stay by your side until the end of time." He smirked down at the little boy's wide eyes and planted a light kiss on the tip of Ciel's nose. Sebastian greatly enjoyed the blush that spread across his bocchan's cheeks.

Ciel beat his blush into submission and sighed.

"Very well Sebastian, if we are to play our games I will have to learn about this new world, and form new alliances. I might as well start now." He held his arms out to Sebastian and motioned for the demon to pick him up. "I wish to converse with our hosts but my legs are refusing to work. Bring me downstairs Sebastian,….and make me some tea." He ordered. Sebastian fell to one knee and crossed one arm across his chest.

"Yes my lord." He said as his eyes glowed red.

Meanwhile in the living room. Castiel leaned against Bobby's desk and idly flipped through a book on demon lore. Bobby sat behind his desk and re-read the same paragraph on rugaru's over and over. Rodo-Sam was sitting in a corner wondering how long it would take him to drive into town and seduce a chick at a bar. He needed to get away from this run-down house, his jumpy family, and their freakish houseguest. Dean paced back and forth from the kitchen to Bobby's desk, stopping just short of plowing into Cas every time. His mind was whirling! He couldn't seem to process all of the information that had just been shoved into his face. His world had been flipped on its side and he was reeling. People had been hunting demons for thousands of years. You'd think that somewhere along the line someone would have thought to ask what exactly happened to the people who were possessed and didn't make it.

"I need a beer." He said, heading for the kitchen.

"Grab me one too." Bobby called. Dean grabbed two beers and walked back into the living room. He tossed a bottle at Bobby and opened his own.

"So people, our guests: thoughts, questions, comments?" Dean asked, looking at the other three. "Personally, I want to know more about this mystery kid, and that name Crowley keeps calling him. What was it bo- something?"

"He called the child bocchan." Castiel broke in. "It's Japanese. It means young master."

"Huh." Dean said. "Now I really want to know more about this kid. Plus what was up whit his reaction to you Cas? Did you dream-stalk him to?" Dean looked at Sam, who just stared back blankly. He still didn't care. Dean sighed and grabbed his laptop. Why do I have to be the nerd? He griped in his head.

"I don't think he reacted to me personally." Cas said. "I think he reacted to the knowledge that I am an angel." Dean looked up sharply at that and turned the information over slowly in his head.

"That doesn't really make sense." He said. "Haven't you guys been twiddling your thumbs in heaven for about 2000 years?" Castiel shrugged, he was beginning to love that gesture.

"Angels were forbidden from coming down to earth, yes." He said. "But there was nothing to stop them from falling. Anna did." He closed his eyes and stretched his memory back 200 years. Not a very difficult task for a being that was eons old, but the recent unrest in heaven had stressed his Grace more than he had realized and the memories were being unreasonably foggy.

"The memories are not very clear, but I can vaguely recall a brother and a sister both fell sometime in the 19th century…I cannot recall their names…." The angel's brow crumpled as he frowned in concentration.

"Well if they had crossed paths with these fallen, Crowley and the kid would probably know their names." Bobby said.

"Even if they had crossed paths, fallen angels are powerless without their Grace. Right?" Dean asked his personal angel. Castiel's frown deepened.

"If they had both fallen at the same time, the two angels could have conceivably merged their remaining Grace together in order to retain a small portion of divinity for at least a decade after their fall…" Castiel trailed off, turning slightly green. "But that method would also require combining their bodies along with their Grace, which would not only be horrifically painful, but condemn them to Hell for eternity." He shook his head. "No angel could have done that and remained sane."

"Then it makes sense that those monsters did not possess a tea-spoon of sanity between them." A cold voice cut through the silence that had fallen in the wake of Castiel's statement. The four men snapped around and stared in wonder at the little boy leaning gently against the banister at the foot of the stairs. Each of them wondering, in their own special way, how the kid had managed to get down the old, creaky, stairs without alerting them.

Needless to say that Dean's thoughts contained significantly more curse words than his friends'. Behind Ciel his demon smirked from his position on the stairs. Where he kept one hand at the small of his bocchan's back, to support the boy's slightly shaking knees.

Dean was seriously starting to hate that smirk. Though he had to smile a little when he noticed Ciel's shirt. He flicked his eyes to the demon.

"So if the kid's Batman, does that make you Robin?" He took a jab at the still smirking demon, well aware that most hellspawn did not follow children's T.V. shows.

"Of course not." The demon frowned, tilting up his nose haughtily. Dean felt momentarily vindicated, before that frown morphed into a dazzling smile. "I am, most obviously, Nightwing."

Dean deflated slightly and backed off. Ciel turned his head to look up at his demon and narrowed his eyes as he turned back to the hunter.

"What the bloody hell are you two blathering on about?" He demanded, ignoring Sebastian's tsking at his language. Dean was completely taken aback.

"You've never heard of batman and Robin?" He exclaimed, a little more dramatically than the situation really called for. Ciel rolled his eyes.

"I've been dead for 200 years." He said. "I do not yet understand your references." Dean groaned and smacked his head with his right hand.

"Great." He said through clenched teeth. "It's Cas's evil twin." He glanced up and was pinned by two, slightly confused, glares. He sighed, shook his head, and turned his attention back to his beer.

"So how long have you two been lurking there?" Bobby asked. Ciel turned his cold stare to the old hunter and there was a tense silence for a moment before he answered.

"Long enough." The little lord said cryptically. "Sebastian!" He suddenly barked. Causing the demon to snap to attention. "Bring me some tea."

"Yes my lord." Sebastian bowed and wandered out of the living room and into the kitchen, where he could be seen putting an old kettle on the grimy stove and beginning to search for a mug. Ciel turned his attention to the old threadbare couch that sat beneath the room's large window. He wrinkled his nose at the manky thing, but he swallowed his pride and daintily perched on one end. He turned his cold gaze back to his hosts and waited for them to make the first move. After a few moments of staring at eachother and listening to Sebastian putter around in the kitchen, Sam lost his patience.

"Whay do you call him Sebastian?" He blurted out. Those impassive eyes turned towards him again, but, like before, he was not intimidated.

"Why wouldn't I call him Sebastian?" Ciel smirked slightly, he had missed his word games.

"When he was alive his name was Fergus McCloud." Dean said. "We've always known him as Crowley. Where did Sebastian come from?" He asked. Ciel blinked at the news that his butler had once had a human life, and he somewhat doubted the story's validity. He would have to question the demon later.

"Sebastian is the name I gave him when we made our contract." Ciel answered. By that time the demon butler had returned with Earl Grey tea that he had produced from God-knows where. Ciel glared at the demon when he was presented with his tea in an old grey mug. But the smell of perfectly brewed tea reminded him of home, and the little lord accepted the mug.

No sooner had Ciel settled down with his tea than a long, low , howl echoed through the scrapyard and shattered the silence.

A/N: That's all for the moment. The next chapter will be a little short, but it's mainly filler while I figure out how to introduce Grell and the reapers. It's already almost done so look foreword to that!

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